“Anyone notice you weren’t wearing a bra?” Dan chuckled.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Jenn grinned wickedly.
“Really?” Dan sounded intrigued.
“Yes,” Jenn replied, grinning at Karl. “In fact, one guy spent the whole time starring at my tits.”
Concern, confusion and amusement were all warring for space on Karl’s face. “Not the whole time,” he muttered defensively.
“Yes, you did,” Jenn told him.
“What?” said Dan, confused.
“Sorry, honey,” Jenn replied. “I was talking to Karl. Karl is the man who’s been peeking at my boobs all morning. Karl, this is Dan on the phone. Dan is my pervert boyfriend who insisted I not wear a bra… or panties by the way… today.”
“Really?” Karl smirked.
“Shush a minute,” Jenn told Karl, turning her attention back to her phone. “Oh, and Dan… Karl’s seen my pussy too.”
“Seriously?!?” Dan was clearly shocked. “You flashed your pussy in the lecture hall?”
“No,” Jenn said. “He saw it last night. Karl was one of the men by the elevator. You remember me telling you about that? Well, I have to go. Karl’s going to buy me a drink now. I’ll call you later and let you know how it’s going.”
With that, she hung up and turned her attention back to Karl. He looked a little shocked, but mostly amused.
“So…” Karl said.
“Buy me a drink,” Jenn said firmly, bending over slightly to show off her tits again.
“… and we’ll see how it goes?” Karl added.
“That’s right.”
****
Gasping, Jenn fell against the door of Karl’s hotel room. His mouth pressed against hers, making it even harder to catch her breath. He held her against him, his hard bulge pressing against her stomach as he ground his hips against her. When the door fell open behind her, she was glad for his hand on her ass keeping her from actually falling into his room.
Together, they stumbled backward into his room. Her hands tore at the buttons of his shirt, searching for his muscular chest underneath. He pawed under her skirt, squeezing her naked ass. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues grappled.
“Let me get this straight,” Karl groaned, pushing her back against one of the room’s two beds. “Your boyfriend wants you to fuck other men?”
“He gets off on it,” Jenn panted.
“… and you like showing off your body to strangers,” Karl leered at her.
“It gets me hot,” Jenn grinned.
“Cool,” Karl shrugged. “Let’s see those tits.”
“Ok,” Jenn laughed, reaching teasingly for the next button of her blouse.
“Too slow,” Karl snarled. Before Jenn could react, he grabbed the sides of her blouse and pulled.
“Hey,” she gasped, as buttons flew everywhere.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Karl growled, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her down on the bed.
Shocked, Jenn looked up at him. She was, she realized, alone in a hotel room with a strange man. Her blouse ruined, her bare tits heaved. Her skirt, already hiked up from his groping, had bunched around her waist. Her legs had splayed when she landed, exposing her naked, wet pussy. She was distinctly aware of how muscular Karl looked, and how big was the bulge straining against his slacks. Despite the rational part of her mind which informed her she should be maybe a little worried, she smiled at him.